‘OG?’

The Real OG. Or is it?

It’s not me.

I don’t care what you’ve read, what you’ve heard, or what you’ve seen.

It’s not me.

“What ’ave you been up to, my lad?” asks my supervisor, code-named “M.”

For starters, nobody in their right mind would give the likes of me access to a “secure” area. I do my little bit of business in an extremely insecure area at the corner of Social Security and 401(k).

I don’t take pictures of classified documents. I take pictures of sunrises and mountains and cute lil’ kitty-cats.

And while I may occasionally cause discord, I don’t use Discord.

Now, who you gonna believe, me or your lyin’ eyes?

Oh, before I forget: Please burn your computer, laptop, tablet, or phone after reading.

’Scuse me, someone’s at the door. …